Our Wonderful British Blue Lucky
Eighteen and a half years ago, my wife and I took our sons to Valley Forge, Pennsylvania to pick up our cat from a British Shorthair breeder. When she handed him over to us, she said, “Your lives will never be the same.” She was so right. We never thought how much our lives could be so affected by a cat, especially one so wonderful as Lucky.
At seven months of age, Lucky was diagnosed with a heart murmur. Over the years, every vet that examined him immediately told us about his heart condition. Other than that, Lucky was exceptionally healthy.
My family and I felt very deeply that Lucky had a human soul. He spoke to us with his eyes and a soft meow that distinctly communicated his feelings. There were so many times when we considered him to be more human than feline.
And that is probably why we were so devastated when we had to put him down on September 8th. He would have been 19 on October 8th. It was the worst Labor Day weekend we ever had, as we watched how Lucky deteriorated from the heart murmur. We had thought that Lucky would have died in his sleep from this condition. But that was not the case. A blood clot had formed and paralyzed him from the waist down.
We miss him so. He was the world to us and will be in our hearts forever. We thank God that we were so fortunate to have had him for so long. It has been the best 18 1|2 years of our lives.